I don't give a fuck if you're a Viking. [Caught up in his eddy of temper, every additional bit of input sends Dixon into a greater snit. Hiccup's tone, the condescending I-know-you-better-than-you-know-you prescription, the patronizing logic as if Dixon's too stupid to put that together himself. It's all true, of course, but truth isn't anodyne to rage; it really just throws gas on the flames.
So this time he moves to grab Hiccup by the collar and lift him up.]
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So this time he moves to grab Hiccup by the collar and lift him up.]